Another crazy domestic day

I found this entry in my draft files and forgot to post it.

November 11th, 2005

A few weeks ago I was preparing a special dinner for my husband when my son came to me with a smelly diaper. Forgetting about my thick pork chops broiling in the over, we went down stairs to take care of the offending diaper. After about 15 minutes of wresting with Finnegan to get the new diaper on I remembered the pork chops in the oven. I whisked him up to the kitchen and discovered some crispy critters in the oven. The smoke billowed out of the oven and I ran out the back door to put the ruined dinner on the back porch.

While airing out the house and trying to think of something else to cook, I remembered that I had to take my evening medication. As I was getting my pills one of them fell on the floor and my four-pound Pomerian prompty ate the heaven-sent treat. At first I couldn't believe that I had dropped the pill until I saw him licking his chops. Back into emergency mode I frantically called the animal poison control hotline and was told to give him hydrogen peroxide to promote vomitting. I administered the required dose and watched him begin foaming at the mouth and then proceed to vomit all over the kitchen floor. It's tiled and easy to clean.

A while later, my husband returned home to witness the horrendous mess of dog vomit all over the kitchen floor and smoking critters on the porch and he said bewildered, "What happened?"

I told him the whole story as we ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches thankful that nothing really horrible had happened.